La da da da, hey hey hey, goodbye Hold up Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No ID on the track, let the story begin Begin, begin This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for singalongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects My raps don't have melodies This *** make niggas wanna go and commit felonies Get your chain tooken, I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making gon' make it the Great Depression For your lack of aggression, put your skirt back down, throw a set in Nigga, this *** violent This is death of autotune, moment of silence La da da da, hey hey hey, goodbye Hold up Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No ID on the track, let the story begin Begin, begin Hold up This ain't a number one record This is practically a song with a deadly weapon I made this just for flex and Mr. C, I want niggas to feel threatened Stop your blood clot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light I might wear black for a year straight I might bring back Versace shades This ain't for Z100 The A told me to kill y'all to keep it 100 This is for Hot 97 This *** for Clue, for Callen, but we the best in Nigga, this *** violent This is death of autotune, moment of silence La da da da, hey hey hey, goodbye Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No ID on the track, let the story begin Begin, begin Hold up This *** need a verse from Cheezy I might send this to the mixtape Wheezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Get this to a blood, let a crip walk on it Get Lee Thow to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this Y'all niggas singin' too much Get back to rap, you teeth painin' too much I'm a multi-millionaire, so how is it I'm still the hardest nigga here I don't be in the project hallway Talkin' bout how I be in the project all day That sounds stupid to me If you a gangster, this is how you prove it to me Nigga, just get violent This is death of autotune, moment of silence La da da da, hey hey hey, goodbye La da da da, hey hey hey, goodbye La da da da, hey hey hey, goodbye